"Allen fell behind the curtains of the death chamber?" Mrs. Morgan-le-feil Harris' voice couldn't help but tremble.
Daisy listened, not knowing what to do. The room fell into a deathly silence. She felt as if all of their happiness and the pillars of their happy life were about to be shattered. Outside, dark clouds suddenly covered the sun. It was as if the world had suddenly changed completely.
For a long time, the only sound that could be heard in the room was a low sobbing sound, mixed with Hibiscus' comforting voice and soft comforting voice. Daisy and Mrs. Morgan-le-feil Harris were sobbing, unable to say a word.
The strong Mrs. Morgan-le-feil Harris soon recovered her composure. She carefully read the parchment that Hibiscus Chinensis had brought over. The handwriting was very messy, but she could confirm that it was her husband, Owen Harris' handwriting. From the strength of the handwriting, she knew that Owen must be in as much pain as she was.
Mrs. Morgan-le-feil Harris reached out and hugged Daisy and Hibiscus Chinensis. With a voice that they would never forget, she said, "We'll leave now, although it seems too late. Oh, Allen, he's still so young. He can't bear such heavy pressure. I should've insisted on not letting him participate in tonight's operation. It's my fault … "
"Merlin will bless the good! I don't want to just cry here. This is a waste of time. Let's hurry, Daisy, "Hibiscus Chinensis said sincerely, gently wiping away the tears on Daisy's face. She held Daisy's hand tightly. For the first time, Daisy didn't shake it off. Instead, she held Hibiscus Chinensis's hand.
Ministry of Magic Minister's Office. "Can you confirm that Mr. Allen Harris was dragged behind the curtain?" Dumbledore pushed up his crescent-shaped glasses and confirmed with Lunn.
"Yes. Aura and the company's employees didn't have time to react. Everything happened too quickly, but they saw with their own eyes that Allen was dragged in. "Lunn could no longer control her emotions and turned around, choking with sobs.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it …" Dumbledore sighed heavily and shook his head regretfully. He looked at Mr. Owen Harris, who was sitting on the chair with no expression on his face, with pity. "Let's talk another day. I think we should leave the time for you and your family now."
With that, Dumbledore stood up and left with Phantom Shift.
Owen Harris sat in front of the minister's desk, his face pale but calm. Foggy, who was behind the desk, felt much better. Although he couldn't keep his power, at least his family was safe and sound. Lunn had already turned around and seemed to be organizing the documents, but her trembling hands couldn't separate the documents. The documents were scattered on the desk.
"My condolences, Owen." Foggy's eyes showed sympathy. He felt from the bottom of his heart that Allen Harris, a talented young man, was pitiful. However, without Allen, although Family Harris had risen, it might not be able to guarantee that they would continue to be so powerful …
"Owen, I think it's best for Family Harris to keep a low profile. In your current situation where you've lost … hmm … it's not a good thing to be too high profile." Foggy hesitated for a moment, but still said the words of advice, "Those pureblood families will have to be very tolerant of you on account of Allen Harris' ability to fight with the mysterious person, and considering Allen's limitless potential in the future. But now, if Family Harris continues to make such a big move, they'll definitely face resistance when it comes into contact with their interests. Now, only Dumbledore can guarantee everyone's safety. It's not hard to imagine that there will be a group of people who will switch to Dumbledore or directly join the mysterious person … Owen, we can't let the British Magus World fall into internal strife. "
Owen Harris leaned back in his chair and lowered his eyes to look at the wand in his hand. The corner of his eyes twitched a few times, and he regained his expressionless face. He raised his head and tried his best to suppress his sorrow and regret, thinking about what to do. "You have to stay calm. You haven't completed your control over the Ministry of Magic, or else without … without Allen, you won't be able to stop what you've started," Foggy continued.
His tone was full of sincerity, "If you're willing, let me be the deputy minister. I can help you negotiate with those pureblood families. The world of magic can't fall into chaos at this time. Everyone should help each other. I'll help you reach a compromise."
Lunn forced himself to calm down. He finally sorted out the list of changes in the Ministry of Magic and handed it to his father. "Father, Albert has already gone to pick up Emily. They should be here soon."
"I'm sorry, Lunn. I have to leave you here with me." Owen Harris looked apologetically at his second son's trembling hands. He knew that although his second son looked cold, he was just not good at expressing his love. He also wanted to be with his family at this moment, but for the sake of his family, he had to be strong and finish the rest of the power transfer in the Ministry of Magic.
When Emily and Albert arrived at the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, Mrs. Morgan-le-feil Harris' face was as white as paper. She stared straight at the gently fluttering curtain, as if it was a sharp sword that pierced through her chest.
"Allen is there, right?" She seemed to be asking, but also seemed to be talking to herself. Her mother, who was overwhelmed with grief, had no tears. Her wand silently slid into her hand, and she suddenly rushed toward the curtain in excitement.
Hermione, who had been carefully observing Mrs. Morgan-le-feil Harris, rushed over and hugged her. "Mrs. Harris, Luna has already gone in to look for Allen. Luna, she's actually Rona Ravenclaw herself … She promised that Allen would come back. "
Hermione quickly repeated Luna's words to the grief-stricken women. Morgan-le-feil and Daisy, who had been paralyzed on the ground as if they had lost all their strength, were so shocked that they were speechless.
Emily, with her braided hair, gently walked up to her mother. She gently stroked her mother's cheek with her palm and the back of her hand. "It'll get better, mother."
Morgan-le-feil hugged her little daughter and let her head rest on her shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry, my little sweet bear …" She thought that her daughter did not fully understand the meaning of entering the curtain.
At this moment, Emily, who was leaning on her shoulder, was hugging her mother with both her hands. She looked at the direction of the curtains and then at the Umbrella Team, who still looked like Gryffindor students, standing not far away. Her eyes were bloodshot under her long eyelashes. Her gaze was even a little sinister, and her sweet face was full of gloominess.
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